Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

strikers

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OK. I really haven’t talked too much about the strike here, because I’d rather not get my ass fired, thank you very much.

In truth, the strike actually doesn’t effect me – or won’t I should say until maybe mid 2008. We’ll talk again then. Which, considering the last one lasted something like 22 weeks is a possibility.

But here’s the thing. I have to be at work. I’ve not crossed a picket yet – I get there early so I don’t have to. I stay on the lot at lunch. And then they’re gone by the time I leave. OK fine.

I’ve already mentioned the honking… My God The HONKING. My office windows are out to the street, and I can’t tell you how annoying the honking is.

But today? The air horn? So annoying. I’m not at a freaking basketball game.

But the prize for most ingenuity goes officially to the bugler. Yes, that’s right. Some enterprising picketer brought a BUGLE. And then went from line to line, playing his bugle (which so reminded me of summer camp bugling to wake us up.)

Goooooooood Morning good morning good morning!
It’s time to rise and shine!
Gooooooooood Morning good morning good morning!
It’s time to rise and shine!
Get up get up get up get up!
It’s time to rise and shine!

And then a rooster would crow. And then the bugle would blow.

Sorry. Tangent.

Anyway so the bugler is walking by and BUGLES AT MY WINDOW. What’d I ever do to him? I have nothing to do with their fight. Really. I swear. The there his is bugling at my office from the street. I have to say, I had no idea what to do with myself.

Conference

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Had Logan’s conference today.

Apparently he’s an absolute joy to have around. I’ll have to tell you the snack story later too. Giving and loving and enthusiastic.

Not doing so hot with letters and writing though. To the point of maybe being held back next year. But that’s ok. He’s very young for his age and always has been (has to do with his development stunting due to his heart) so if he does have to stay back one year in Kindergarten, I think that may turn into a blessing. We have a wait and see attitude. But Logan also has a tendency to not get something at all, and then wham, something clicks, and he gets it forwards and backwards. I’m hoping that’s the case here. But either way, as always, we’ll do what’s best for Logan when the time comes.

explosions

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So. The world is exploding around me. Let’s see if I can basically get this all in niblets. I’m sorry if it sounds disjointed, but I need to get it all out.

So yesterday I posted about Joseph doing really well. Not so much now.

My brother-in-law has been arrested. I have no details. So – needless to say Poe’s a worried wreck.

And last night I had a complete and utter meltdown. I would say a nervous breakdown, but I have no need for medication today, so my guess is it wasn’t that severe. But, I think a lot of pent up shit just boiled over. I feel better today, which tells me it was needed. Joseph’s meltdown started it, but it all just came out. A lot of stuff about our marriage, and our lives, and the kids, and the grand scheme of things. I’m still married. Staying that way. I’m okay. But we still have to continue our f’d up lives, and that’s ok too. We’re not alone, we’re together, and we’re doing it together. Again. For the last couple of years I feel like I’ve been doing it alone. I don’t think I am anymore.

Parent/Teacher Conferences

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Joseph’s parent teacher conference was this morning. Actually, it was this afternoon, but I changed it. I really didn’t want to cross the picket lines at lunch to get out there. I arrive in the morning before the picketers do, and then they leave before I do – I’m trying to get through this without crossing their lines if I can.

Anyway, back to Joseph. He’s doing great. Absolutely great. There haven’t been any major episodes or tantrums. The things he’s having trouble with in math are concepts everyone is having problems with at this point in 2nd grade. Some of you may remember his previous antics.

So – the IEP and therapy are working. Well. I should say, the IEP and therapy are working because of the constant communication between me, his teacher, his special ed teacher, and his therapist. It’s really working.

To be able to go to the first parent/teacher conference of the year – having NOT been called that year yet for discipline issues – and have them show me tests where he got a 90%??? The sense of relief is huge. Just huge. Finally – I feel like the hard work of advocacy is worth it. My son is showing progress. Real progress.

We may actually survive this thing.

This was cross-posted at Special Needs Parent as well.

There’s also a new entry up – interview with Attila the Mom.

grump

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It’s not shaping up to be a good day. Wasn’t a good weekend either.

As an aside? Where were the picketers this morning? Or do I just get to work too early?

Anyway. Marriage. It’s amazing to me that one can promise (and mean it) to love honor and obey, and then just wanna smack the living crap outta them right upside the head. I’m not going to into that any further except to say that I think i’ve beaten away the demons for now. And he knows what up, so it’s no surprise to him. But jimminychristmas this marriage crap is hard.

And as for parenting. What part of “Please don’t talk right now” means “Talk right now?”

I’ve been sick for a week and a half and now I’m starting to get grouchy.

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New entry up at Special Need Parent.

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